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Kinder surprise indeed!

Sometimes (always) as a treat for enduring the tedium that is grocery shopping, we buy Thomas a Kinder Surprise Egg. The other day, as we sat outside the store and opened the egg, eagerly anticipating what cheap plastic exciting toy we would find inside, Thomas sighed and said

“Oh mum, I REALLY hope it’s not a cigarette.”

He is obsessed, OBSESSED, with smoking and cigarettes lately. I don`t mean he`s actually smoking or handling cigarettes, and we don`t smoke, but when he sees someone on the street smoking he will walk right up to them and point directly in their faces and say “This man/lady is smoking a cigarette! Will they have to go to the hospital?” I usually try to avert his attention and then we`ll talk about it later, the downfalls of smoking I mean. Sometimes though, like when the person is smoking at the park while pushing their baby on a swing, I throw my social etiquette and attempts at being polite to the wind and say “Yes. One day they will. And so will their kid if they continue to smoke directly in their face.”

Anyway, it WASN`T a cigarette in his Kinder Egg, it was a little switchblade.

Here are some entirely unrelated pics of T and his little buddy Luke. They are sharing a bagel and Luke appears to be regaling Thomas with some sort of story that seems to at once be embarrassing and delighting Thomas.

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This, to me, looks like one of those moments when you are trying to tell your friend something super funny, but you`re laughing too hard to tell them and, in turn, they are laughing at you laughing. Or their both choking on their bagels.

This, to me, looks like one of those moments when you are trying to tell your friend something super funny, but you`re laughing too hard to tell them and, in turn, they are laughing at you laughing. Or they`re both choking on their bagels.

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Baby talk

We`ve never really been the parents that engaged in baby talk with Thomas. I`ve always found baby voices irritating really (unless, of course, the voice belongs to a baby, in which case they can`t help it). We`ve always tried to his answer questions without dumbing things down, which is not always easy. I remember once hearing a dad trying to explain global warming in really technical terms to a kid that looked to be about 2 years old and it sounded about as ridiculous as if he had been saying “the sunny sun hots things up so that everything is tooooooo hot and gets all shrivelly and yucky” or however you do baby talk. There`s some sort of balance needed between saying “you wouldn`t understand” and then actually launching into a full on discussion about how an epidemic and a pandemic differ, for example. Sometimes it would be way easier to just say “you wouldn`t understand”. For example, yesterday, when I found myself trying to explain what gross income meant. Or how renting a home and owning a home differ. Or how bacteria ends up making your throat sore (and therefore why you shouldn`t lick a car). Or how steel is made. Or why saying that someone is Greek is NOT actually a swear word. And on, and on.

Sometimes though, I do have to just give up and say “Know what? I don`t understand that either kiddo.” (in response to how does a windmill make power). If someone could dumb that down for me, that would be helpful.

Just mulling over my response. This will undoubtedly be followed with "..but why?"

Just mulling over my response. This will undoubtedly be followed with “..but why?”

Here`s a funny video about how kids talk that really made me laugh (thanks to Cup of Jo for the link).

 


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The view from up here

While on our visit home I promised Thomas we would go to the CN Tower. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I immediately regretted them because I fast realized that just going and looking at the tower, safely from the ground, would somehow not be enough. We were going to have to go up it. And I am terrified of heights. Now, I will be honest and say that there have been times that I`ve been able to get away with not doing something, for example going to the Capilano Suspension Bridge, by pretending that there is a sign that says that its closed that day (a trick that I obviously picked up from my dad who admitted to me some years ago that when I was little and I wanted to go to a nearby park and he didn`t, we would leave the house and he would pretend to peer into the distance and would say “Oh dear! The big kids are on all the swings! Oh, nevermind. We`ll go another time.” Truth was, you couldn`t actually see the park from where we were. So mean)

Anyway, I knew that this was something that we really should do so I gathered my courage and headed for the elevators before I could back out. I planned on also holding my breath to stop myself from bursting out in nervous, hysterical laughter, but then the announcer said the ride up would take close to two minutes BECAUSE OF THE HIGH WINDS (ahhhhhhhh!). I was trying really hard to pretend that I was loving the whole thing and pinned this terrible forced grin on my face. I think I was pretty successful…….

Thomas: Mum! Look! Look down to the ground! We`re SOOOOO high up! Look!

Me: Oh, I am! I am! Yes, very high! Very high indeed! What fun!

Thomas: No, really look!

Me: I am!

Thomas: But you`ve had your eyes closed all the time. How can you see?

Me: I just can, alright. Just look out the window.

All fun and excitement from the ground

All fun and excitement from the ground

So, you`re sure you don`t want to just see it from this parking lot?

So, you`re sure you don`t want to just see it from this parking lot?

gulp!

gulp!

Okay, that`s it! You`ve seen the tower! Let`s go home! What? UP the tower? Errr....well.....

Okay, that`s it! You`ve seen the tower! Let`s go home! What? UP the tower? Errr….well…..

Hello CBC!

Hello CBC!

Hello massive hail storm blowing in off the lake and blowing RIGHT OVER US

Hello massive hail storm blowing in off the lake and blowing RIGHT OVER US

Pretty spectacular and worth all the anxiety

Pretty spectacular and worth all the anxiety


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E. I. E. I. O

Andrew has this habit of chalking things up to “being a farm boy at heart” because he “grew up on the prairies” in Saskatchewan. The reality is that he grew up in one of the biggest cities there (maybe¬†the¬†biggest city? the capital city? errrgh, I didn`t really pay attention in geography), Regina, and he pretty much saw the inside of a farm on grade school field trips and spent the remainder of his youth playing video games and hanging out at Manchu Wok in the mall like all other, non-agrarian, Canadian kids. Thomas will have just as much right to the phrase “farm boy at heart” as his father after his three hour adventure to Riverdale Farm in Toronto this past weekend. I sense that this would be Andrew`s kind of farm, smack dab in the middle of a big city with a Starbuck`s within walking distance. Seriously though, it was this amazing space in Cabbagetown that made you feel like you were`t in the city and we had such a great day there. And here`s a whole lotta pictures to prove it!

The windmill. Clearly.

The windmill. Clearly.

Chickery Dickery Doc.

Chickery Dickery Doc.

A very mean Turkey. I`m glad there was a fence between us and his beady little eyes

A very mean Turkey. I`m glad there was a fence between us and his beady little eyes

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Jemimah Puddleduck and friends

Jemimah Puddleduck and friends

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This was the cutest thing ever: the mama would stick her head through this gap and call to her kids........

This was the cutest thing ever: the mama would stick her head through this gap and call to her kids……..

.....who would come over all "What mom? I`m busy"

…..who would come over all “What mom? I`m busy”

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We were getting the real stink eye from this cow.

We were getting the real stink eye from this cow.

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If Henry had his way, he would have been in the pen with the goats

If Henry had his way, he would have been in the pen with the goats

Mendin`fences

Mendin`fences

Being wistful

Being wistful

I liked this little creature the best. We were allowed to pet him and feed him. We took this one home.

I liked this little creature the best. We were allowed to pet him and feed him. We took this one home.

What a fun Mother`s Day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Home time

While the circumstances of my spontaneous visit home to Ontario were not ideal (if dad really wanted a visit he didn’t have to go to such extremes as having emergency open heart surgery) it has turned out to be a really lovely time at home with my family. We’ve had some amazing sunny days and lots of time with cousins and at the beach, the park, out for bikes rides and eating our weight in ice cream in Port Dalhousie.

Building the Taj Mahal

Building the Taj Mahal

Being a crab

Being a crab

Bonding over a shared love of toast with marmite

Bonding over a shared love of toast with marmite

cousin Bronwyn, going on 22.

cousin Bronwyn, 2 going on 22.

The only smile I ever managed out of my nephew Gethyn, who was otherwise wary of me for the whole visit.

The only smile I ever managed out of my nephew Gethyn, who was otherwise wary of me for the whole visit.

Sunset walks to the lake

Sunset walks to the lake

Very pretty

Very pretty

Beachcombers!

Beachcombers!

Mum and T

Mum and T

Hiking the Green Ribbon Trail. Walking stick in hand

Hiking the Green Ribbon Trail. Walking stick in hand

"Mum? Can I poke at birds and stuff with this?" Ummmm, no David Suzuki, you may not.

“Mum? Can I poke at birds and stuff with this?” Ummmm, no David Suzuki, you may not.

A little game called "spot the frog"

A little game called “spot the frog”

"Mum, I'm fishing for water here" He was far more successful than I've ever been at fishing for fish.

“Mum, I’m fishing for water here” He was far more successful than I’ve ever been at fishing for fish.

With dad home and well, back to his baseline and joking that he really did all this just to get the free membership at the YMCA for rehab (always hated to pay membership fees, that cheapskate), we managed to make a not so great trip home, into a great visit.

 

 


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When your heart strings break

As I write this, my amazing dad, is recovering from emergency bypass surgery. I am so thankful to my equally amazing mum for acting so fast so that he is where he is. Yesterday, after running the gamut of feeling terrified, anxious, relieved, thankful, etc, just when I thought my own heart couldn’t possibly take any more, Thomas came home from daycare with this picture that he drew

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I thought my own heart might explode.

I love you dad

xoxo